Post by Joey on Mar 18, 2019 13:14:46 GMT -5
She is leaving. For good I fear. Perhaps one of the last times I will see her. Yet another bitter goodbye.
The scene is my New York apartment. Always the same no matter where I live, clean place, spotless, white floors, walls, everything is pristine. I hate dirt. I hate uncleanliness. It is in my nature to be meticulous. I pay attention to detail in most of my endeavors.
We are sitting on a white leather sofa. Outside the weather is cold, 35 degrees, and winter seems as if it will never end, while summer feels a lifetime away. She is wearing black pants and a white long sleeve shirt. She looks haggard. She hasn't been sleeping much, I know it, cause I don't sleep much either. But for her it is the pain and nothing else.
Redd: Why?
Nun: Because its time.
Redd: I will take care of you till the end, I have done it before with someone else.
Nun: I know you have. My dear boy, it is not your job to see me through to the end. But I appreciate the offer.
Redd: Why wont you just stay?
Nun: Because I want to pass in god house. Where I became the woman I am. The convent where I studied in Portugal.
Redd: That's not a good enough reason.
Nun: it is, I want to be surrounded by the place where I grew up, with people that love me and I love them. I have a few more goodbyes to do on my way there.
Redd: Jude?
Nun: yes, among others.
Redd: Then there isn't anything I can say to change your mind?
Nun: No
Redd: When do you leave?
Nun: A couple of days.
Redd: Stay till Friday please.
Nun: OK. But I will need some medication.
Redd: I’ll get whatever you need.
Nun: OK, I think I'll try to take a nap.
Redd: Good I’ll order us some food and it’ll be here by the time you wake.
Nun: nothing too spicy please, that stuff is murder on my stomach.
(laughing)Redd: Fine fine. Wuss!
Nun: says you.
She retreats to her room. I will miss her. It took so long for me to accept her, and not blame her. Took so long for me to forgive god for what he’s done. Taken so many people from me.
I first met sister Mary Catherine in June of 1994. She had come to see Joseph Black aka Legion. For those who do not know. Legion had once been a catholic priest, who fell in love with one of his flock. They fell in love, had a child. He left the priesthood and married her. They were happy till one day a happenstance car accident took his wife and child. Legion was cursed to live, his throat cut to the point he lost his voice, and even when his larynx was good enough to speak again he never did, he never spoke a word after that day. Legion waged a one man war on God, on religion, on life itself. A war which he ultimately lost, and Legion died in the ring still clinging to that hate for god and light. It was a tragedy.
Sister Mary was a nun in his church, they were friends once upon a time. And once he became Legion, many lost and forgotten people flocked toward him like a moth to the light. We saw someone we could follow and fight with and fight for. We needed direction, someone he provided and even thought he spoke not a word, we learned so much from him. The hate we gave had direction. We gained purpose and when he died we scattered, we no longer had that purpose and hate grew even more.
Purpose can be a valuable thing when those without it need it so much. Purpose can be a powerful thing. But those who lack direction and lack purpose will search for it their entire lives and not find it. That is what brings me to Reno and TK.
Reno has been lost for quite some time. Never really finding that direction. Always like a tornado rolling around destroying anything in site, but never really having the ability nor the power to do anything worthy. Tornadoes never last long, they are gone as soon as they arrive. Reno my friend that is you, powerful yet short lived. Your life seems to be a tornado all its own. Its not always your fault, sometimes acts of god other times just bad luck. But you lack direction, you lack focus, and the more you let yourself be encompassed by the tornado the more of yourself that you lose. If it stays this way soon there wont be anything left of you. And I wonder if that isn't what you want?
Then there is TK. You are very similar to Reno. You have that ego, that self assurance. And people cant help but be taken in by your and your wit. But behind that bravado, lies a insecure man, who lacks conviction, lacks focus and self discipline. I’ve known you for years and you are like the Dallas Cowboys, always fun to watch but so unpredictable, you can never sustain anything going for long periods of time. And I wonder if you suffer from ADD. As you seem to always lack direction and focus just like Reno.
While I myself, always lack nothing at all. I am discipline incarnated. I zero in on my objective and do not stop till the task at hand is completed. This has been my motto since the passing of Legion, where once I lost my focus and direction, I instilled it in myself, I do not fail in my objective, nor do I waste time or get distracted. It is in this that I am who I am. I am Redd. Never forget that.
That is all.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
The scene is my New York apartment. Always the same no matter where I live, clean place, spotless, white floors, walls, everything is pristine. I hate dirt. I hate uncleanliness. It is in my nature to be meticulous. I pay attention to detail in most of my endeavors.
We are sitting on a white leather sofa. Outside the weather is cold, 35 degrees, and winter seems as if it will never end, while summer feels a lifetime away. She is wearing black pants and a white long sleeve shirt. She looks haggard. She hasn't been sleeping much, I know it, cause I don't sleep much either. But for her it is the pain and nothing else.
Redd: Why?
Nun: Because its time.
Redd: I will take care of you till the end, I have done it before with someone else.
Nun: I know you have. My dear boy, it is not your job to see me through to the end. But I appreciate the offer.
Redd: Why wont you just stay?
Nun: Because I want to pass in god house. Where I became the woman I am. The convent where I studied in Portugal.
Redd: That's not a good enough reason.
Nun: it is, I want to be surrounded by the place where I grew up, with people that love me and I love them. I have a few more goodbyes to do on my way there.
Redd: Jude?
Nun: yes, among others.
Redd: Then there isn't anything I can say to change your mind?
Nun: No
Redd: When do you leave?
Nun: A couple of days.
Redd: Stay till Friday please.
Nun: OK. But I will need some medication.
Redd: I’ll get whatever you need.
Nun: OK, I think I'll try to take a nap.
Redd: Good I’ll order us some food and it’ll be here by the time you wake.
Nun: nothing too spicy please, that stuff is murder on my stomach.
(laughing)Redd: Fine fine. Wuss!
Nun: says you.
She retreats to her room. I will miss her. It took so long for me to accept her, and not blame her. Took so long for me to forgive god for what he’s done. Taken so many people from me.
I first met sister Mary Catherine in June of 1994. She had come to see Joseph Black aka Legion. For those who do not know. Legion had once been a catholic priest, who fell in love with one of his flock. They fell in love, had a child. He left the priesthood and married her. They were happy till one day a happenstance car accident took his wife and child. Legion was cursed to live, his throat cut to the point he lost his voice, and even when his larynx was good enough to speak again he never did, he never spoke a word after that day. Legion waged a one man war on God, on religion, on life itself. A war which he ultimately lost, and Legion died in the ring still clinging to that hate for god and light. It was a tragedy.
Sister Mary was a nun in his church, they were friends once upon a time. And once he became Legion, many lost and forgotten people flocked toward him like a moth to the light. We saw someone we could follow and fight with and fight for. We needed direction, someone he provided and even thought he spoke not a word, we learned so much from him. The hate we gave had direction. We gained purpose and when he died we scattered, we no longer had that purpose and hate grew even more.
Purpose can be a valuable thing when those without it need it so much. Purpose can be a powerful thing. But those who lack direction and lack purpose will search for it their entire lives and not find it. That is what brings me to Reno and TK.
Reno has been lost for quite some time. Never really finding that direction. Always like a tornado rolling around destroying anything in site, but never really having the ability nor the power to do anything worthy. Tornadoes never last long, they are gone as soon as they arrive. Reno my friend that is you, powerful yet short lived. Your life seems to be a tornado all its own. Its not always your fault, sometimes acts of god other times just bad luck. But you lack direction, you lack focus, and the more you let yourself be encompassed by the tornado the more of yourself that you lose. If it stays this way soon there wont be anything left of you. And I wonder if that isn't what you want?
Then there is TK. You are very similar to Reno. You have that ego, that self assurance. And people cant help but be taken in by your and your wit. But behind that bravado, lies a insecure man, who lacks conviction, lacks focus and self discipline. I’ve known you for years and you are like the Dallas Cowboys, always fun to watch but so unpredictable, you can never sustain anything going for long periods of time. And I wonder if you suffer from ADD. As you seem to always lack direction and focus just like Reno.
While I myself, always lack nothing at all. I am discipline incarnated. I zero in on my objective and do not stop till the task at hand is completed. This has been my motto since the passing of Legion, where once I lost my focus and direction, I instilled it in myself, I do not fail in my objective, nor do I waste time or get distracted. It is in this that I am who I am. I am Redd. Never forget that.
That is all.
...Fade….to…..Darkness…...
